Since DMT takes effect almost immediately,
users normally lie down or sit in a reclining position prior to taking a hit.
One will neither be able to stand up, or have the ability to recognize their
surroundings if they get a good hit.

N,N-Dimethyltryptamine and
5-Methoxy-Dimethyltryptamine are naturally occurring psychedelics
found
in a variety of plants around the world, several of which are native to
the Amazon region. These alkaloids, which are usually found together in
the plants, are also found in the human brain as neurotransmitters,
as well as our blood, urine, and spinal fluid. DMT is produced in the human
pineal gland which is correlated to the "Third
eye" or Ajna Chakra
in
the Indian spiritual system. Meditative states attained by yogis who concentrate
on the 3rd eye may be the result of increased DMT levels. 5-MeO-DMT is
produced in heavy concentration in the glands of some toads, such as Bufo
Alvarius.
Some people actually make a practice of squeezing out this venom, then
drying and smoking it to get high.

N,N-DMT and 5-MeO-DMT are also manufactured
synthetically, as separate compounds, and sold on the underground market and
although it's quite rare in the psychedelic underground, synthetic DMT is used
much more often than DMT from natural sources.

I first experimented with DMT in 1965; it was even then
a compound rarely met with. It is surprising how few people are familiar with
it, for we live in a society that is absolutely obsessed with every kind of
sensation imaginable and that adores every therapy, every intoxication, every
sexual configuration, and all forms of media overload. Yet, however much we
may be hedonists or pursuers of the bizarre, we find DMT to be too much. It
is, as they say in Spanish, bastante, it's enough -- so much enough that it's
too much.

Once smoked, the onset of
the experience begins in about fifteen seconds. One falls immediately into
a trance.
One's eyes are closed and one hears a sound like ripping cellophane, like
someone crumpling up plastic film and throwing it away. A friend of mine
suggests this is our radio entelechy ripping out of the organic matrix.
An ascending tone is heard. Also present is the normal hallucinogenic
modality,
a shifting geometric surface of migrating and changing colored forms. At
the synaptic site of activity, all available bond sites are being occupied,
and one experiences the mode shift occurring over a period of about thirty
seconds. At that point one arrives in a place that defies description,
a space that has a feeling of being underground, or somehow insulated and
domed. In Joyce's
_Finnegans Wake_ such a place is called the "merry goraum,"
from the Germanword raum, for "space." The room is actually going around,
and in that space one feels like a child, though one has come out somewhere
in eternity.

5-Me-O DMT or 5-hydroxy-indolethylamine
is another hallucinogen, with different effects, found in the skin of a
species of toad (Bufo
alvarius). It is not to be confused with Bufotenine, a more common toxin,
which is also found in the skin of the Bufo alvarius as well as many other
animals.

It's interesting to note that DMT,
which is found in many plants, has little effect when eaten by humans, but can
kill many herbivores. For example, eating canary grass will kill a sheep,
but eating it won't kill humans (who don't graze grass in the first place).

"...it has to do with shamanism
that is based on the use of DMT in plants. DMT is a neurotransmitter that,
when ingested and allowed to come to rest in unusually large amounts in the
synapses of the brain, allows one to see sound, so that one can use the voice
to produce not musical compositions, but pictorial and visual compositions.
This, to my mind, indicates that we're on the cusp of some kind of evolutionary
transition in the language-forming
area, so that we are going to go from a language that is heard to a language
that is seen, through a shift in interior processing. The language will
still be made of sound, but it will be processed
as the carrier of the visual impression.
This is actually being done by shamans in the Amazon. The songs they sing
sound as they do in order to look a certain way. They are not musical
compositions as we're used to thinking of them. They are pictorial art
that is caused by audio signals." -Terence
McKenna - _Archaic
Revival_

the lyrics for D.M.T have occasionally
moments of clarity interspersed with nonsense.....the actual bits that make
some sort of sense are as follows: "DMT
, DMT , doo dee doo DMT. LSD?
do DMT! LSD? do DMT!....Divine moments
of truth, total and utter cosmic stuff , Dmt dmt dmt dmt..etc."
other phrases in there between the gibberish are.."be here now"; and
"i love everybody" - Simon
Posford

D.M.T.
is an extraordinary hallucinogen that lasts only a few
hundred seconds at the peak of the flash. It is something
which is smoked. Something
waxy. Orange. Smelling
of camphor. You vapourise
it in a small glass pipe. Something
which is smoked. Behind closed
eyelids (reference Shpongle)
, a kind of hallucination forms. A chrysanthemum
- a swirling floral pattern. Overlayed
patterns of colours. You watch
the chrysanthemum and if you've
taken enough D.M.T., after about
fifteen seconds, you are
physically propelled through it. Into a kind
of tunnel-like space. You seem
to be catapulting forward through
some kind of labyrinth-like, tubular,
unfolding, coloured, fluctuating space.

And
after a few secnds of this, it is as though you arrive. The trip
stabilises itself around you. At that
point you are in a kind of domed, indirectly
lit, comfortable, underground space. But, what
is astonishing about this space, is that
it is inhabited, it is crowded. Jewelled,
self-dribbling basketballs
that bound forward. Chirping fractal
denizens of the unconscious. They surround
you, singing in a visible language and they
use that language to produce objects. Sculptured,
jewelled machines. Things made
of precious stones and metal. Agate, Topaz,
Chalcedony. All kinds
of precious materials. But not
stable. Morphing. Transforming
themselves. Matter somehow
involved with the spirit of language and imagination.

And
these elf-like, gnome-like artisans crowd forward, each offering
their own creation for your inspection. Follow these
entities, these hyper-objectified
linguistic objects. It's terribly
important that you learn to do this. They are
the initiators of the human species into a new ontos of
language, where meaning is beheld. Use your
voice. It lasts
a few hundred seconds. Meaning
is beheld. The presence
of these entities on the otherside of this
pharmacological energy barrier raises a number of
questions. Are they
true beings? True Aliens
from another star system, gently approaching
us? Are they true
Aliens? Hiding behind
the mask on an intoxication? Perfect interfacing
of dimensions? I prefer
to think, however, that we are encountering on ecology
of souls.

Shaman,
I am. Shaman,
I am. D.M.T.
is all of these things. It is
like a hyper-cosmic carnival
in your mind. The boy
in the bottle, the goat-faced girl. I somehow
shattered the membrane between
myself and ordinary space. I carried
the trip into the room with me. Very rapid
transmission of data. It only
lasts a few hundred seconds You awaken
from a dream.

I can
see it clearly, after a time
I think it sticks with you. The details. Some quality
of seeing and understanding. A dimension
has been added to ordinary perception. And you
will have the complete experience in the dream. It's in
the body. You can
do this on the natch, it is not far away. Outrageous
possibilities lie immediately to hand and are virtually
only a toke away.

STEF HOLWECK : At the heart of the
project Stef got everybody together and has kept the enthusiasm
going for their first gig, due to take place on the web.LOIC VANPOUCK: The man behind Totally Eclipsed Recordings
and a member of TOTAL
ECLIPSE he now lives in Ibiza.MICHIO BABA: Electronic music teacher in Tokyo. He
is a computer freak, spending his tie putting PC bits together to get the
best performing machine possible.FLORIEN SERIOT: Leader of the group Toires he visits
the Sahara desert as much as he can and takes most of his inspiration from
the Gnawa tribes.GUILLAUME THEVENIN: Multi instrumentalist from Bordeaux,
while still conserving the traditional sound of the band Toires he is now
hooked by electronic music.